Day 47 Dundee to Monifieth
Having had a seedy day yesterday we awoke and tested all moving parts for signs of wear and tear. Everything appeared to be in full working order which gave us great reassurance. As a result of these results we felt able to set out on the stroll which we should have had yesterday.
We don’t always stroll through beautiful countryside, bleak moors, grympen mires or golden shores. Sometimes our strolls take us to other equally interesting yet less obviously beautiful places. Today, for example, we walked through Dundee docks, an area filled with activity and interesting smells.
Not only interesting smells but interesting bits of machinery. What the machine in the photo did, or does, I have no idea. It is a massive bit of kit and must have cost an arm and a leg when it was new
As we strolled along chatting amiably we were passed by quite a few cyclists but saw no strollers. We assumed, or rather I assumed, that the cycle track was not used by strollers as it wasn’t very pretty and that cyclists would be using it as a safer alternative to the busy main road. A security gate appeared in the distance. A cyclist passed us and pressed a button and the security gate opened. As we were close we passed through before the gate shut again and strolled onwards enjoying the industrial landscape.
At the end of the docks there was another gate with a button and lots of notices telling strollers that they needed permits to stroll. There was a map too with red shading if the point hadn’t been made clear enough.
I don’t quite understand how the innocent stroller is so different from a cyclist, from the point of view of security of course. A cyclist can become a pedestrian in an instant by getting off his/her bicycle. Then, who knows what skullduggery they could perform once released from the encumbrance of their bicycles.
We pressed the button, as instructed on the notice, and the security gate opened. No alarms went off and no security guards appeared so the whole business is still a mystery to me.
Once away from the docks we could enjoy the lovely walk along the shore into Broughty Ferry. This week is Broughty Ferry’s Gala so everywhere was festooned with flags and children rushing about with bits of paper peering into shop windows for clues. As we passed along a young woman with a boy of about 11 yrs asked Janet if the object in the window was a crochet hook. As Janet said, after confirming that the hook was a hook, “She probably thought that an aul’ wyfie like me would know the answer to such a question.
A short stroll today of just 6 miles followed by a spot of mince ‘n’ tatties at one of Janet’s cousins’ houses. I believe that I could eat mince ‘n’ tatties every day.
Tomorrow we might stroll from Monifieth to Carnoustie for another short stroll. Just the job at the moment.